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7d
purity stained blood red
the children mask the brutal
scene through thin hope
the ruin that follows with
every rippling
explosion

it's funny to imagine, with just a lone missile of hate
from the hands of the mighty and cruel
your life can end without reason
and in vain they will deem
your life
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hsn  14/beatopia
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